Dick had a rather quiet evening. There was no suspicious activity out on patrol, which was weird since that's how it had been the two previous Fridays as well. He came back and went immediately to his room to finish up on some extra credit assignments before the weekend.

Moments later, there were three steady knocks.

Dick looked up, "Come in."

Bruce entered. He wore his usual work suit and tie.

"Finished your schoolwork?"

Dick swiveled around in his desk chair and nodded, frowning slightly.

"Yeah just some extra credit...why?"

Dick always finished his homework; Bruce knew that.

Bruce's face remained relatively the same as his analytical gaze swept the room.

He paused, "Just checking."

Dick watched as his adoptive father turned to leave his room. At the doorway he paused again.

"I know I'm not one to talk, but…" he looked back at Dick. "Try not to have another late night."

"How did you-"Dick caught himself.

The cameras; they weren't in his room, but he should've remembered quite a few were installed outside on the premises.

One of those probably caught his movement in the window. They were motion detectors, so they caught any and all motion within range.

"Night," Bruce remarked as he left the room.

"Goodnight," Dick replied, long after he was gone.


It was 10:30 later that night and Dick lingered at his desk.

He never went to bed this early on weekends, but Bruce didn't want him to have another "late night". But he felt wide awake and that's why he hesitated.

Just then, his phone buzzed and he checked caller ID. It was Wally.

"Hello?" He picked up.

"Hey Rob, you tired yet?" His friend's energetic voice came over.

"No, but I was thinking about it," Dick said. He suddenly felt a little rebellious. "Want to play Black Ops instead?"

"Naw, that game's for tools," Wally shot it down. "But I can't go to sleep either." He paused.

"Let's sneak out."

"What?" Dick said.

"Yeah, come on…just around the park a few times, just enough to stretch our legs; we'll be back here before twelve," Wally spoke fast.

Dick could tell he was excited about this plan. And for some strange reason, so was he.

"Alright. I'll try to bypass the cameras in the yard-"

"Great, meet me there in ten." Wally cut him off. He clicked the phone shut.

Dick snapped his shut too and slipped it into his pocket.

A couple hours in the park was all he needed to get a good night's sleep. He wasn't feeling tired at all and from the sound of it, neither was Wally.

Actually, the more Dick thought about it, the more he felt he needed to do this. He didn't know why. But he didn't question it.

Grabbing his coat off the back of his chair, he came up with an ingenious plan to bypass the cameras.


Wally had been waiting for close to ten minutes in the park.

It was dark, except for the street lamps which seemingly captured the moon's explosive light in each bulb. The sky was velvety blue, and the park teemed with the sounds of crickets swirling and blending with the crisp cool feeling in the air.

And although it was night, Wally could see each blade of grass, hear every footstep, and see every star pinpricked in the sky.

It was invigorating feeling this way. Like some kind of switch had finally stimulated his senses to maximum capacity.

He liked it.

Running around the track, he paused just to take it all in. That's when he heard Richard Grayson approach.

"Hey!" He called out, waving.

Dick looked apprehensive. But seeing his friend and feeling the night air seemed to change that almost immediately.

"This is amazing," Dick breathed, looking all around him.

"I know, right? I've been here millions of times and it's never been this incredible." Wally gazed about in wonder.

Something in Dick changed back again. He fixed his friend with a frown. "Wait, why is it like this? I mean, it's perfect but…" he trailed off.

Something wasn't right. He had lived here all his life and never had he seen or even felt a night like this before.

Wally shrugged. "Who cares? Hey, we should do something." He fixed his friend with a mischievous glance, his green eyes catching the moonlight.

"What?" Dick frowned even further. But he felt that same excitement rising up in his chest again.

"Let's go streaking."

"What?" This time Dick snapped out of it. "Streaking? Are you serious?"

"Hell yeah! It'll be fun, come on." Wally elbowed him.

"Wally, we'll get caught! What about just stretching our legs-"

"We've already done that. Come on; let's go."

As if to prove to his best friend he was really going to follow through with this plan, he took off his shirt.

He quickly moved onto his pants.

"Hey!" Dick shielded his eyes, "Keep your underpants on at least!"

Wally looked up and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Dick watched him for a second, but it was as if that excitement he felt about sneaking out was rising again. And this time, he couldn't control it.

"Okay! Okay!" He whispered, "I'll do it."

Against all will he took off his coat and his shirt, feeling the cool breeze of the night hit his body. It did feel awesome. And was it just him, or was this the best idea ever?

Grinning and stripped down to their underwear, the two boys agreed to start at the gate of the park, and run all the way around and back again.

"Ready?" Wally called.

"Go!" Dick shouted.

After that, they took off.